[Accidental Video] Week 9, Day 7 Caught in the middle, I guess I care too much
RATED R FOR CHARACTER DEATH AND VIOLENCE.
or if I'm strong enough || I wonder why they left me here for dead || No wonder there are voices in my head'>
[The screen is jumping around wildly, like a panicked leaf in a gale or a terrified bee. High above a yard - Gau's yard, some might recognize - the image seems to come from, swivelling around. Blood is is left in heavy patches, dragmarks, spurts on what was once a well-tended, manicured garden plot. In a wild swivvle, two bodies on the grass are visible; a teenage boy with his throat cut - Marco - another, tiny teenage boy huddled over the other body, distraught - Yoite and Gau.
But the "attention" of the camera focuses suddenly like a dog with a bone onto a pair - and a small black and skeletal white kitten? - a short ways off, just as a pink-haired man cuts in without hesitation with his sword and there is a wide arc of blood, so very much blood, from a wide-eyed and confused younger man that covers even his attacker. Raikou and Allen.
And there is another young man, alive and standing to the side with a horrified expression, thatch of red hair standing against the background and wearing a black and red military jacket. Lavi. Shocked, confused, horrified Lavi. Lavi whose expression is shifting to blackest rage.
The picture winks, fades, shakes, and the whole thing is jittering stacatto as it plummets towards the white-haired, white-cloaked and faintly glowing boy even as he staggers forward, down, knees buckling and bringing his human hand up to weakly grab his attacker's shoulder. Nonono, young-master. The image is up too close, "lens" getting smeared red from its face in the blood-matted fur cowl of Crown Clown.
The world tilts suddenly as if Allen's body is shrugged aside to drop bonelessly to his side on the ground. Panicked scrabbling on the top of shoulder - so much blood from a too-clean, deep cut across his throat just above the silver and gold masquerade mask that foamed slightly with the wheeze of attempted air and seeping blood. As unrecognizable as the white and black Exorcist is, drenched dark red from his throat down his chest, the glazing eyes harden for a moment, jaw working as if to scream to himself move and he does, a burst of light and tendrils from the Innocence wrap around his body, help him push back onto his back, mouth opening in an airless gasp of pain before clenching again, then relaxing; like he has a chance, he has faith, that this has-
Even as the camera - golem, for those who would know the usually snarky Timcanpy - seems to creep forward across his drenched black-uniformed chest, the blood-tainted cloak of Innocence starts to fracture at the edges, and for moment the boy's eyes widen and slacken in shock, some betrayal... black, morbid appreciation of the irony. No way. There's a wet wheeze like he might want to laugh but for the gaping wound.
Nonononoyoungmaster.
Tiny hands are barely visible at the corners of the screen, smacking at the young man's jawline as if to slap him awake and up, make him okay, but they only leave bloody smudges on the pale skin. The silver-gray eyes are getting glassy but fixate directly on the golem, on the screen, in dazed, fading recognition.
Lips twitch for a moment, trying to make a smile but too weak, lacking the presence of mind to make the body work right. Sorry, the boy looks so sorry, like he wants to touch you, pat the golem, say it'll be okay.
Muscles in his jaw flexing again, trying to be strong, trying to swallow, but the blood from even his cut jugular has slowed. Eyes struggle to focus on the screen, the golem, and things beyond; lips move like trying to say names but having no breath, energy, or vocal chords to do so.
But it'll be okay.
For a moment, the few non-bloodied visible parts of Innocence glow a bit brighter, a light burning bright, but as gray eyes go glassy it fades before the cloak and mask burst and fracture; shattered and spreading in the wind like broken snow.
All that's visible for a moment is the blood-spattered, strangely peaceful face and little hands grabbing and yanking on white bangs like the tinest scream in the world as white, sharp hexagons rain around the very alone body. But there is only a golem scrabbling soundlessly even as sounds of battle continue in the background.
And then it blips.
Fades to gray.
Black.]
[ooc: Combining this and this. (Log still being populated.) While Timcanpy remains, he will be a normal handwavey golem and anyone trying to reach Allen will get no response on the Hitomi just like he has died/vanished. Which he has. He's now off for a canon update to the latest chapter~ *murdered* But you might see the most distraught Timcanpy in the world clinging to his body/eventually wherever they bury Allen/other Exorcists and Dre.]
or if I'm strong enough || I wonder why they left me here for dead || No wonder there are voices in my head'>
[The screen is jumping around wildly, like a panicked leaf in a gale or a terrified bee. High above a yard - Gau's yard, some might recognize - the image seems to come from, swivelling around. Blood is is left in heavy patches, dragmarks, spurts on what was once a well-tended, manicured garden plot. In a wild swivvle, two bodies on the grass are visible; a teenage boy with his throat cut - Marco - another, tiny teenage boy huddled over the other body, distraught - Yoite and Gau.
But the "attention" of the camera focuses suddenly like a dog with a bone onto a pair - and a small black and skeletal white kitten? - a short ways off, just as a pink-haired man cuts in without hesitation with his sword and there is a wide arc of blood, so very much blood, from a wide-eyed and confused younger man that covers even his attacker. Raikou and Allen.
And there is another young man, alive and standing to the side with a horrified expression, thatch of red hair standing against the background and wearing a black and red military jacket. Lavi. Shocked, confused, horrified Lavi. Lavi whose expression is shifting to blackest rage.
The picture winks, fades, shakes, and the whole thing is jittering stacatto as it plummets towards the white-haired, white-cloaked and faintly glowing boy even as he staggers forward, down, knees buckling and bringing his human hand up to weakly grab his attacker's shoulder. Nonono, young-master. The image is up too close, "lens" getting smeared red from its face in the blood-matted fur cowl of Crown Clown.
The world tilts suddenly as if Allen's body is shrugged aside to drop bonelessly to his side on the ground. Panicked scrabbling on the top of shoulder - so much blood from a too-clean, deep cut across his throat just above the silver and gold masquerade mask that foamed slightly with the wheeze of attempted air and seeping blood. As unrecognizable as the white and black Exorcist is, drenched dark red from his throat down his chest, the glazing eyes harden for a moment, jaw working as if to scream to himself move and he does, a burst of light and tendrils from the Innocence wrap around his body, help him push back onto his back, mouth opening in an airless gasp of pain before clenching again, then relaxing; like he has a chance, he has faith, that this has-
Even as the camera - golem, for those who would know the usually snarky Timcanpy - seems to creep forward across his drenched black-uniformed chest, the blood-tainted cloak of Innocence starts to fracture at the edges, and for moment the boy's eyes widen and slacken in shock, some betrayal... black, morbid appreciation of the irony. No way. There's a wet wheeze like he might want to laugh but for the gaping wound.
Nonononoyoungmaster.
Tiny hands are barely visible at the corners of the screen, smacking at the young man's jawline as if to slap him awake and up, make him okay, but they only leave bloody smudges on the pale skin. The silver-gray eyes are getting glassy but fixate directly on the golem, on the screen, in dazed, fading recognition.
Lips twitch for a moment, trying to make a smile but too weak, lacking the presence of mind to make the body work right. Sorry, the boy looks so sorry, like he wants to touch you, pat the golem, say it'll be okay.
Muscles in his jaw flexing again, trying to be strong, trying to swallow, but the blood from even his cut jugular has slowed. Eyes struggle to focus on the screen, the golem, and things beyond; lips move like trying to say names but having no breath, energy, or vocal chords to do so.
But it'll be okay.
For a moment, the few non-bloodied visible parts of Innocence glow a bit brighter, a light burning bright, but as gray eyes go glassy it fades before the cloak and mask burst and fracture; shattered and spreading in the wind like broken snow.
All that's visible for a moment is the blood-spattered, strangely peaceful face and little hands grabbing and yanking on white bangs like the tinest scream in the world as white, sharp hexagons rain around the very alone body. But there is only a golem scrabbling soundlessly even as sounds of battle continue in the background.
And then it blips.
Fades to gray.
Black.]
[ooc: Combining this and this. (Log still being populated.) While Timcanpy remains, he will be a normal handwavey golem and anyone trying to reach Allen will get no response on the Hitomi just like he has died/vanished. Which he has. He's now off for a canon update to the latest chapter~ *murdered* But you might see the most distraught Timcanpy in the world clinging to his body/eventually wherever they bury Allen/other Exorcists and Dre.]